Ivy
I agreed as I finished my martini.
"How so?" he asked.
"That's all they thought they could get from a man like you. They kept from sticking around to see what a queen you could treat them as if given the chance. No, they want a quick gift after a quick pound session. Pathetic and sad, if you ask me," I smirked.
"Isn't that what your friend, Ivy, is doing with the Baldwins?" he crossed.
"Be careful," I warned, gesturing, "That's my family. I won't let you judge her for what she chooses to do. She's still experiencing a lot for the first time."
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